Mature woman Ms. Chen

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Ms. Chen graduated from China University of Political Science and Law and was assigned to work in the provincial judicial department. Her parents were both farmers. In China, being a farmer not only meant ignorance, but also a simple life, and often poverty and backwardness. For example, schools were in poor condition; the water quality of natural rivers had deteriorated significantly, leading to water scarcity; arable land was decreasing, and the soil quality was worsening; electricity supply was unreliable, and even when it was available, farmers dared not use it because the price was much higher than in the city.
Transportation, postal services, and communications were all very backward, let alone the internet. More importantly, while civilized society continued to damage their living environment, taxes increased year after year—various taxes, many of which were unclear—that they had to pay. They mostly lived in very simple houses. When school started, the adults worried because they couldn't afford the tuition, and the wives complained that their husbands were useless. The men had no choice but to leave their wives and children behind and flock to the cities to work, sometimes with their wives and children following them. When they couldn't find work in the city, some wives and daughters turned to prostitution. When urban women, especially laid-off female workers, discovered that this line of work was lucrative, some of them joined the industry. Competition intensified, and these women, lacking the education and adept at self-presentation compared to their urban counterparts, naturally couldn't compete. They not only struggled to attract customers but also commanded lower prices. While surviving in the city, they endured the humiliation and disrespect of the "civilized" urban dwellers. All of this inevitably had a psychological impact on Ms. Chen, who grew up in the countryside, causing feelings of inferiority and insecurity. When faced with difficulties, she would avoid the problems and suppress her own resentment.
Shortly after starting work, Ms. Chen was pursued by a colleague surnamed Ma. They had little in common, but Ma's father held a high-ranking position in the municipal government, a fact that greatly attracted the rural-born Ms. Chen. After some time, they married. Only after the marriage did she discover that Ma was gay and had an affair with another male colleague in the judicial department. He married Ms. Chen merely to gain a legitimate social status. Ms. Chen was tormented by this. She was a healthy, beautiful, and voluptuous woman, the kind of woman whose sexual desires are particularly strong.
She wanted a divorce, but then she thought that since Ma had married her, he wouldn't divorce her, and Ma's family was not ordinary; she couldn't disregard their reputation and status. Besides, Ma treated her very well in every way, except for their lack of sexual relationship; he even told her she could find a lover outside the marriage. Torn between inner turmoil and physical desire, Ms. Chen found a lover at another company. This lover was her high school classmate, a technician in a factory. When Ma learned that Ms. Chen's lover was just a technician, he advised her to break off the relationship. Knowing Ma's intentions and fearing this man would cause her trouble later, Ms. Chen ended the relationship. Soon after, Ma was promoted and transferred to a municipal government department. After Ma's transfer, Ms. Chen, unwilling to see Ma's lover every day, asked Ma to transfer her away from the judicial department. Thus, Ms. Chen ended up working in her current department.
After Ms. Chen started working at the social welfare department, she kept an eye out for a lover. Two months later, Zhang Chu was also transferred to the same department. Zhang Chu's talent and personality quickly plunged Ms. Chen into a one-sided, unrequited love. Ms. Chen had married Ma almost without experiencing love, and her relationship with the technician was purely physical. After secretly falling in love with Zhang Chu, in the darkness, her voluptuous body seemed to be calling out Zhang Chu's name.
At work, Zhang Chu was on good terms with many girls, like fish in water, leaving Ms. Chen with almost no opportunity to interfere. Zhang Chu mostly talked to her about work, and even when they played cards together, he rarely joked with her. Once, Ms. Chen tried to probe Zhang Chu with a question, but he seemed not to understand and simply brushed it off. Ms. Chen thought that Zhang Chu was somewhat distant from her, or perhaps it was because she was older than him, but Zhang Chu wouldn't think that way. Ms. Chen tried her best to remain calm and secretly observed Zhang Chu. Every day at work, seeing Zhang Chu brought her some comfort. When he was away on business or absent, she felt restless all day, unable to concentrate on anything. While Zhang Chu was at work, she often went to his office to chat with Xiao Wang, just to see him and secretly hoping he would come up and talk to her too.
But Zhang Chu thought she and Xiao Wang got along well and never disturbed them. Sometimes, when Ms. Chen came to his office, he would go to hers and chat with Xiao Xu. Sometimes, when they were talking, they would get carried away and even playfully slap each other, continuing even when Ms. Chen returned and saw them.
After Zhang Chu returned from seeing his lover off to Qingdao, Ms. Chen thought that men at this age are emotionally vulnerable, and mature men need a woman's physical intimacy. She believed that if she took the initiative, Zhang Chu would accept her. Following her own thinking, she pulled Zhang Chu into her arms. Every time she grasped Zhang Chu's penis, she felt an irresistible urge, wanting to bite it, to give it pleasure, to make it yearn for her, to make it call out to her in the darkness, just as she had. She thought that as long as it was attached to her, she could get everything she wanted from Zhang Chu: his pleasure and affection. But what she couldn't understand was that despite pouring everything into Zhang Chu, he had never once initiated a date with her; it was always her who made the first move. She constantly wondered if the pleasure Zhang Chu received from her was fake, if he was deceiving her. When she discovered there was another woman by Zhang Chu's side, she understood. Her heart sank into darkness; all her emotional attachments vanished instantly, leaving her in an emptiness, unloved. She grieved for herself; her young body was at its most beautiful, like a flame, yet the one she loved didn't desire to enjoy it, leaving it to cry out in the darkness, to wither away in its cries. She had once felt that Zhang Chu was everything in her future life, and she had to hold onto him. Her tenderness, her burning desire, and her kisses all opened the most alluring and beautiful doors to Zhang Chu. She wanted to use them to capture a piece of his heart, to steal a little sweetness from his lover; she didn't crave his entirety. She knew she couldn't have it all; she would be content with just a small part. What else could a married woman use besides her body to captivate a man? She had only these things, and all of them.
As she watched Zhang Chu and Shi Ming disappear into the crowd, tears streamed down her face, like two silent, sorrowful rivers. The streetlights were already on, and the neon lights of the billboards shone brightly. She walked along the road, feeling utterly alone, with nowhere to go. Her home, to her, was like an ice cave—devoid of passion, warmth, lifeless love, and even a healthy, powerful, and wild penis.
As she walked along Zhongshan East Road, she couldn't see a single person among the bustling crowds around her. During these days, she encouraged herself every day, telling herself, "Zhang Chu will definitely fall in love with me!" Every night, she would repeat Zhang Chu's name several times in her mind before falling asleep. On her way to work in the morning, she would think, "Will I get to the office first, or will Zhang Chu?" She desperately hoped that Zhang Chu would arrive at the office with her, so they could meet at the door, Zhang Chu would greet her, and she could give him a smile—a sweet smile longing for his embrace, a smile that offered him all her love. She only hoped he would accept her completely and say, "I need you," and she would be content.
Every time she held Zhang Chu and saw his hesitant expression, she wanted to tell him that she wasn't just playing around, not just leaning against him to kill some time. She longed for Zhang Chu to tell her something—his needs, his happiness, or even just to comment on her, to tell her his feelings, so that she could do better. She now understood why Zhang Chu hadn't told her these things; he had someone else by his side, his love, his own happiness. From Zhang Chu's actions towards Shi Ming, she could tell that he loved her. She also knew in her heart that she was no match for Shi Ming. Shi Ming was younger, prettier, and more charming than her, not to mention, she and Zhang Chu had a close relationship.
She went straight to bed when she got home. Her husband wasn't home yet; he usually came home very late at night, and often didn't come home at all. Her mother-in-law came over and asked her what was wrong? Had she eaten? She said she had a headache, didn't want to eat, and just wanted to sleep. Lying in bed, her mind was still on Zhang Chu, wondering how she could hold onto even a little of his heart. She needed him; she needed him both physically and emotionally.
She couldn't live without him, his love, his penis.
A sudden thought struck her: why not have a child with him? When a man and a woman have a child, their relationship is forever intertwined. That person is his replica, carrying his essence; how could she abandon herself?
With him, Zhang Chu would be bound to her for life, a continuous, inextricable connection—physical and emotional. She wanted to maintain it all; she loved him.
The next day at work, during her free time, she chatted with Zhang Chu as usual. In the afternoon, she asked Zhang Chu to meet sometime, somewhere. Zhang Chu hesitated. That night with Xiao Xu, Shi Ming had already said quite a bit; he couldn't keep lying to Shi Ming. Every lie he told Shi Ming added a layer of psychological burden. He loved Shi Ming; he couldn't lose her trust. Seeing Zhang Chu's hesitation, Ms. Chen understood his worries. Pretending not to know, she told Zhang Chu, "Wait for me at the left intersection of the courtyard gate at 12:30 tomorrow noon. It won't take up your evening." That
evening, when Zhang Chu was with Shi Ming, he had a preconceived notion of making a mistake, so he spoke to her even more sweetly and ingratiatingly. Enticed by her words, Shi Ming took her guitar from the wall and said to Zhang Chu, "Let's go to Wulongtan Park. You can sit on the Feiyue Pavilion and play a tune for me, okay?" Zhang Chu immediately objected, saying, "It's so hot! Going to Wulongtan Park to get hot? Are you crazy?" Shi Ming persisted, saying, "I must go! I've never sat in the middle of the lake and heard you play. You said you played for my sister before, I want one too." Unable to resist Shi Ming's insistence
, Zhang Chu reluctantly carried his guitar and went downstairs with her to take a taxi to Wulongtan Park. Once in the car, Zhang Chu also began to look forward to Wulongtan Park. Wulongtan is located at the foot of Qingliang Mountain and was named during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Legend has it that a black dragon once appeared in the pool, hence the name. The pool is surrounded by numerous pavilions and terraces, temples, shrines, nunneries, and halls, one after another. Along the winding stream and uphill slopes, pavilions, bridges, boats, and rocks vie for scenic beauty. In the center of the pool stands the Feiyue Pavilion, lush with flowers and trees, lotus blossoms reflected in the water. On moonlit nights, sitting in the pavilion and playing music creates a truly idyllic scene. The ancients described Wulongtan as having "the charm of Wuling," a favorite spot
for Nanjing residents to relax and unwind. Soon, the car arrived at Wulongtan Park. Zhang Chu and Shiming got out of the car at the park entrance and walked side-by-side into the park. Zhang Chu had only taken two steps when his heart suddenly sank. A vague sense of foreboding rose in his heart, followed by a heavy feeling that pressed down on him, forcing him into a dark corner. Zhang Chu stopped and let out a long sigh, as if trying to expel the oppressive feeling. Shiming immediately asked Zhang Chu what was wrong. Zhang Chu said, "Is it because it's too dark over there?" Shi Ming followed Zhang Chu's gaze eastward toward the ancient city wall of Hanzhong Gate. There stood an ancient castle there, its lights dim, its atmosphere hazy, like a page of history buried in dust, only now being unveiled. Shi Ming was somewhat afraid of Zhang Chu's state of mind. Once his emotions were clouded, it was difficult for him to free himself. Shi Ming immediately reached out and rubbed Zhang Chu's neck, laughing, "Let's go to the Qionglou Tiange (a famous Chinese pavilion), and hear you play a high-pitched tune. Let's see if you can startle the wind and water!" Zhang Chu touched Shi Ming's face, seemingly reluctant to part, but his lingering feelings were still tinged with inexplicable melancholy. After entering the park, they walked side by side along the pond toward Feiyue Pavilion. After a few steps, Zhang Chu looked at the clear lake and suddenly recited, "The souls of mandarin ducks drift coldly into the reeds and rushes, the shadows of wild geese dart emptily across the lotus blossoms in the wind." Shi Ming, furious, immediately turned around and shouted at Zhang Chu, "You're so annoying!" Zhang Chu couldn't help but sigh again, gazing at the Feiyue Pavilion. The moon was bright, the stars sparse, the tree shadows swayed, the wind was gentle, the water still, and the pavilion stood silently, giving off a sense of otherworldly tranquility.
They went up to the Feiyue Pavilion, where several couples were already seated, busy embracing and kissing, none of them uttering a sound. After Zhang Chu sat down on a rock by the water, he held his guitar to his chest and asked Shi Ming what music she wanted to hear. Shi Ming, still busy applying mosquito repellent to Zhang Chu, said when she saw him ask, "Play whatever you want. I originally wanted to cheer you up, but when I arrived, I noticed you seemed a little unhappy." Zhang Chu gently plucked a string and said, "I don't know why, but it feels like I've lost something; my heart aches." Then he took Shi Ming's hand and asked, "Shi Ming, will you leave me?"
Shi Ming took the guitar from Zhang Chu's arms, placed it on the ground, buried her head in his chest, and said, "Shi Ming has long placed her heart in your hands. Perhaps it's a debt owed from a past life, one that can't be evaded in this one."
Zhang Chu hugged Shi Ming, staring blankly at the bright white lake surface. Many eerie shadows floated around Fei Yue Pavilion, as if rising from the water. Unconsciously, two streams of tears streamed down Zhang Chu's face…
The next day at 12:30 PM, Zhang Chu stood promptly at the corner of the road to the left of the courtyard gate, waiting for Ms. Chen. A moment later, a red taxi stopped beside him. Ms. Chen opened the car door and called Zhang Chu to get in. After getting in, Zhang Chu asked Ms. Chen where they were going. Ms. Chen said, to Pukou, a suburban county. Zhang Chu didn't ask any further questions. The car crossed the Yangtze River Bridge, drove west along the highway, crossed another road, and arrived at Pukou Town. Ms. Chen told the driver to take him to the Pukou Hotel. After getting out of the car, Ms. Chen led Zhang Chu inside and booked a room. Only then did Zhang Chu realize that according to Nanjing Municipal Public Security Bureau regulations, a resident ID card from the city's urban area was not valid for booking a room in any hotel within the city. That's why Ms. Chen had brought him here.
After Zhang Chu and Ms. Chen entered the room, Zhang Chu smiled and said to Ms. Chen, "You're really something." Ms. Chen smiled and hugged Zhang Chu's waist, saying, "What can I do? I miss you, but you won't take me home, so I don't care about anything else. As long as I can please you, I'll be happy."
Zhang Chu pinched Ms. Chen's lips and said, "What's so good about me that you'd treat me like this?"
Ms. Chen pushed Zhang Chu down onto the bed and started undressing him, saying, "I know in my heart whether I'm good or not, but you don't know how good I am."
Hearing this, Zhang Chu quickly sat up, reached out and touched Ms. Chen's breasts, squeezing them hard. Ms. Chen immediately slapped Zhang Chu's hand and said, "What are you doing? You're even abusing my breasts! They're yours, don't you care about them?"
Zhang Chu laughed and then helped Ms. Chen undress. After Ms. Chen's clothes were off, Zhang Chu reached out and grabbed Ms. Chen's pubic hair, saying, "So soft and shiny." Ms. Chen then touched Zhang Chu's penis and said, "It's just like a little fairy." Zhang Chu was a little confused by Ms. Chen's words and said, "You don't even know what a fairy looks like, what do you mean by saying it's like a little fairy?" Ms. Chen said, "Fairies are something to aspire to." Zhang Chu said, "Then let it go in for a bit." "No," Ms. Chen interrupted, "Today I want you to fuck me clean and dry." Then she pulled Zhang Chu up and pushed him into the bathroom to take a shower. After Zhang Chu went in, Ms. Chen tested the water temperature first, and then washed Zhang Chu 's body.
Zhang Chu touched Ms. Chen's breasts and suddenly said, "Being with you, I'm always a little scared. If your family finds out, they'll be ruthless to me, and you'll be in trouble too." Upon hearing this, Ms. Chen immediately said, "No one will touch you, don't worry." Zhang Chu really wanted to tell Ms. Chen, "Let's not do this anymore," but he swallowed the words back and said, "Your breasts are so big, so full, they feel so good to touch." Ms. Chen said, "Then when you're at work, come over every day and sneak a touch. It'll make me feel good too." Zhang Chu said, "When I sleep next to my wife, I like to touch her breasts. When we sit together watching TV at night, I always touch her breasts while watching. Sometimes during the day, when we're out for a long time, my wife will come up and ask me if I want to touch her breasts. Then she'll find a quiet place to sit and let me secretly touch them for a while. When my wife is home, the first thing I do when I get home from work is touch her breasts. My wife says I have a 'breast fetish.'" Ms. Chen laughed and said, "Your wife is so lucky to have someone who's a 'breast fetishist.' She gets to touch her breasts every day; it makes a woman feel good." Then she pushed Zhang Chu under the tap, grabbed his penis with both hands, and carefully washed it. As Ms. Chen washed Zhang Chu's penis, he felt a soft, tingling sensation deep inside, a very soothing feeling. From Zhang Chu's limp body, Ms. Chen could tell that Zhang Chu was comfortable, so she washed him even more gently and tenderly.
After a while, Ms. Chen stopped, rinsed some water off Zhang Chu, dried him off, and told him to lie down on the bed and rest for a while while she rinsed herself off.
A little while later, Ms. Chen finished showering and came out. She climbed onto the bed and sat next to Zhang Chu, her hands stroking his body. Finally, she grasped his penis and gently kneaded it. Zhang Chu's penis quickly became erect in Ms. Chen's hand. While stroking it, Ms. Chen said, "I first touched it in Wuxi, and I've often wanted to touch it ever since. Sometimes at night, lying in bed, I'm lost in thought. I wish I could find something to copy it, put it in my handbag when I go out, and touch it anytime. It's warm and soft, and holding it in my hand makes me feel very happy. At night, I can even hold it while sleeping, and if I want to, I can put it inside my body. At that time, I tell myself, 'It's you inside me, it's my little Zhang Chu touching me,' and the orgasm will definitely be very pleasurable. Once, I went to a sex shop and actually looked for something that could be used to copy your penis." There are many silicone dildos for sale in sex shops, and I've looked at them all, but none of them are like yours. Otherwise, I would have bought one, so I wouldn't have to shamelessly ask you out whenever I want to touch it. Zhang Chu laughed and said, "For some reason, my wife also likes to touch me. She always holds onto it when she sleeps at night. If it falls out of her hand while she's asleep, she wakes up quickly and grabs it again. This time when she went back to Qingdao, she even took a few of my underwear with her. She holds onto my underwear to sleep at night, otherwise she says she can't sleep.
" Hearing this, Ms. Chen put some pressure on Zhang Chu's penis. From Ms. Chen's action, Zhang Chu knew that she was aroused, so he sat up, pushed her down onto the bed, and gently stroked her genitals. When he felt they were hot, he leaned over her. Ms. Chen immediately hugged Zhang Chu's neck and kissed him passionately. After kissing him enough, she said to Zhang Chu, "Baby, fuck your sister Chen hard, fuck me inside." Then she grasped Zhang Chu's penis and guided it into her body.
Zhang Chu had only moved a few times when Ms. Chen was overwhelmed, her entire body surging with intense heat. Warm fluids gushed from between her legs, captivating and intoxicating. But she remained perfectly clear-headed; she had come today to steal something from Zhang Chu—a crystallization of love, a life forever bound to him, a life she wanted healthy, intelligent, and vibrant. She opened her body into the perfect, welcoming position, wanting Zhang Chu's penis to explode deep within her, to deliver his essence to the very depths of her flesh, and then to implant and settle there. Her hands gripped Zhang Chu's buttocks tightly, her mouth emitting hoarse, pleasurable moans that spurred Zhang Chu to thrust even more powerfully into her. After Ms. Chen was swept into an intense climax by Zhang Chu's thrusting, she clung to him tightly,
letting out a soft "Ah!" before falling silent, as if she had vanished from this world and flown to another. But quickly, realizing Zhang Chu hadn't ejaculated, she mustered all her strength and lunged at his penis, simultaneously raising her legs high and hooking them around his buttocks, letting her warm, moist fluids soak his penis into a pool of pleasurable heat. When Zhang Chu thrust powerfully into her vagina again, his penis exploded, followed by a powerful spasm of intense pleasure. As Ms. Chen felt a surge of heat enter her vagina, she immediately arched her back, tightly embracing Zhang Chu, letting his penis ejaculate deep inside her…
They left Pukou Town during rush hour; the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge was congested, and traffic moved slowly. It took them nearly forty minutes to cross the bridge from Jiangbei to the main road in the west of the city. Normally, it would only take ten minutes or so. In the car, Ms. Chen nestled in Zhang Chu's arms, as sweet as a wife. Zhang Chu, however, was somewhat anxious, his mind preoccupied with Shi Ming. Ms. Chen, on the other hand, wished the car would drive as slowly as possible, so she could stay in Zhang Chu's arms a little longer. During the journey from the Pukou Hotel to the bridge and then onto the West City Road, Ms. Chen felt her child had grown inside her; she was now a mother. Zhang Chu was the child's father, and also her husband in name and in fact. A sweet smile graced her face the entire way. Zhang Chu
didn't get out at their home on the West City Road, but instead had the car head towards Daxing Palace. There was a Russian folk song and dance performance at the Provincial Cultural Hall that evening. He had arranged a time with Shi Ming, who was waiting for him there. Zhang Chu didn't like these kinds of performances; he felt they had little cultural or artistic content and were mostly just displays of ethnic customs. But Shi Ming wanted to see it, so he had sneaked off to the Cultural Hall that morning and bought two tickets. He told Ms. Chen that he was going to meet a classmate at Daxing Palace, as one of his classmates lived there. Ms. Chen knew Zhang Chu was lying to her. She scratched her hand on Zhang Chu's chest, as if to say, "Zhang Chu, how can you lie to me now? Your child is listening!" When the car arrived at Daxing Palace, Zhang Chu got out first, asking the driver to take Ms. Chen to Beijing East Road, where she lived. Zhang Chu didn't let the driver take Ms. Chen home first; he was cautious, afraid of running into her family or acquaintances on that road.
But as the car turned a corner, Ms. Chen got out. She hurriedly walked back, searching for Zhang Chu on the road. After Zhang Chu got out, she felt uneasy. As she approached the entrance of the Provincial Cultural Hall, she caught a glimpse of Zhang Chu standing there, tightly embracing Shi Ming, kissing her passionately and deeply. Ms. Chen immediately felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if a needle were piercing her skin. She had never received such embraces and passionate kisses from Zhang Chu. She stood there, gazing at them, tears welling in her eyes. He was her love, the father of her child.
After a while, Zhang Chu led Shi Ming into a restaurant ahead. She quietly followed, standing in a spot by the entrance where no one inside would notice or see her, silently observing Zhang Chu's every move. Shi Ming sat beside Zhang Chu, often gently rubbing his chest or touching his face. Sometimes Zhang Chu would even pick up a piece of food and feed it to Shi Ming. Suddenly, she saw Shi Ming's hand swipe between Zhang Chu's thighs, and Ms. Chen's heart immediately ached sharply. She cried out in her heart, "Those are mine, don't touch them!" But Zhang Chu moved closer to Shi Ming, his hand secretly grabbing her breast. Ms. Chen's heart ached again. She thought to herself, "My breasts are bigger, fuller, and more attractive than hers."
Ms. Chen stood alone outside the restaurant, in the sweltering July heat of Nanjing, her body drenched in sweat and her face streaked with tears. She watched them eat, watched them laugh and joke. He had just left her; she had given him everything, happiness, and everything. He shouldn't treat her like this; she loved him. After Zhang Chu and Shi Ming finished their meal, Ms. Chen quickly moved aside and watched them walk into the cultural hall arm in arm. Back home,
Ms. Chen lay in bed, unable to sleep all night. The baby in her womb excited her; she placed her hand on her abdomen, her heart filled with the happiness and pride of motherhood. At the same time, she was also in pain. Her child needed a father, and she herself needed his love and care. She was his wife, and he was her husband; she needed him. Thinking of these things, tears soaked half her pillow. Across the bed, her husband slept soundly.
The next day at work, Xiao Xu arrived at Zhang Chu's office early. Taking advantage of Xiao Wang's absence, she sat opposite Zhang Chu and whispered to him, "Something strange happened yesterday." Zhang Chu asked Xiao Xu what strange thing happened. Xiao Xu said, "You didn't come to work this afternoon, and neither did Xiao Chen from our office." Zhang Chu immediately interrupted Xiao Xu, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. She's an official's wife; you'll get scolded. I went to the city library this afternoon to look up literature. I wrote a paper two months ago, and I still haven't submitted it." Xiao Xu asked, "What paper? Is it an editorial for the United Nations?" Zhang Chu laughed and said, "What are you talking about? I'm always very serious about writing papers. How about I read you a passage?" As Zhang Chu spoke, he pulled up a manuscript on his computer, intending to read it to Xiao Xu. Xiao Xu quickly waved her hand, saying, "Don't try to fool me. Luckily, your computer isn't connected to the internet, otherwise, you might have picked out some sweet nothings from some BBS and read them to me." Zhang Chu immediately laughed. Xiao Xu then kicked Zhang Chu's leg hard, saying, "I'll kick you to death." Then she stood up, turned around, reached behind her, and pinched Zhang Chu's mouth hard before leaving Zhang Chu's office.
In the afternoon, Zhang Chu handed his application to join the Party to the section chief. The section chief glanced at it, put it away, and then spoke to him earnestly about work-related matters. Zhang Chu listened with great emotion, suddenly realizing that he had entered another stage of his life.
Back in his office, Zhang Chu sat there blankly, pondering for a long time without finding a solution. He got up and called Shi Yun to ask about the situation, and finally pressed her about when she would return, urging her to come back soon. Shi Yun told Zhang Chu to be patient for another three weeks; after three weeks, she would leave the child with her mother and definitely return herself.
After hanging up, Zhang Chu suddenly noticed Ms. Chen standing at the door and greeted her. Because it was the weekend, Ms. Chen wanted to spend some time with Zhang Chu after work. Zhang Chu, preoccupied with Shi Yun and Shi Ming, and with his heart still fluttering with thoughts of Xiao Xu, didn't want to be in too much contact with Ms. Chen. When Ms. Chen asked him out, he made excuses, saying he needed to leave early and had plans with friends. Hearing this, Ms. Chen felt a pang in her heart, and tears almost welled up.
After everyone else had left, Ms. Chen closed the door and sat alone in her office, feeling cold inside. She knew Zhang Chu was definitely with Shi Ming now, and they were in love. But she loved him too. He should know she was pregnant with his child; he shouldn't neglect her. His child needed him.
As she thought this with heart-wrenching pain, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: drive that girl away from him, and she could have Zhang Chu, have his love, and her child could receive much care from him. She would definitely tell him about the child someday; he was the child's father, and he had a responsibility.
She opened a drawer and found Zhang Chu's Qingdao phone number in a notebook. Seeing that number sent a shiver down her spine, her blood rushing to her head. She sat there for a long time before calming her turbulent emotions. She told herself, "This is for our child."
She stood up, walked to the phone, and started dialing. After dialing only two numbers, she stopped. She couldn't let Zhang Chu know she was the one calling. If he knew it was her, she would lose him, and her child would lose its father's love.
She put down the phone, hesitating, struggling, and in agony. She felt this was the best way to win back some of Zhang Chu's love; she couldn't give up, she had to do it for their child.
She closed her office door, went downstairs, and rode her bicycle into the Nanjing University campus. She stood on the road and waited for a young man to approach. She stopped him and told him she was the wife of a teacher at the university, that her neighbor had gone home, and that her husband was with her sister. She asked him to make the call and tell the woman about her husband. She explained to the young man that she didn't want her neighbor to know she had informed on them, otherwise it would damage their neighborly relationship. The young man then made the call for her…
At that time, Zhang Chu was waiting at home, and Shi Ming was still on her way home from work.

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